Act 1, Scene 1

The stage is set, the lights are dim. Your whole life has been merely a dress rehearsal for that which is to come . As you pass from this moment to the next, as you exchange the seen for the unseen, the temporal for the eternal, know that my heart aches with each thought of your absence, yet somehow swells with the hope of knowing that you will finally be home. An unexplainable peace rises from the depths of sorrow. A calm in the midst of despair. I take comfort in knowing that your last breath here will be your first, there, and the eternity that was set in your heart from before time ever was, is soon to be your reality. As the curtain falls cueing the next scene, I am overwhelmed with ovation. Bravo, my Dear, Sweet Father...Bravo.